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Stranger at my Door
Chapter 19
Waking Up
Hermione woke up in a bright white room. She looked around groggily with her head pounding. There were two windows in her room. One lead to outside and one lead to the waiting room. She could see her mom in the waiting room crying. Her father was comforting her but looked annoyed as if she'd been crying for days.
She could see her Aunt Shelley and Uncle Sam, Aunt Miranda and Uncle Dan, Aunt Alexa- everyone, it seemed, was there. But where was - ?
"We were wondering when you would wake up," a familiar drawl greeted her. But underneath that drawl she heard a hint of worry and relief which surprised her beyond words.
"What do you mean?" she managed to ask.
"I mean you've been unconscious for 3 days." Pause. She could tell by the way he stopped that he wanted to say something. She didn't push him because she knew that he would say whatever he wanted eventually. And frankly, she didn't care if he didn't say it- even if he did sound slightly worried before.
So she crossed her arms (ignoring the pain in her stomach), pursed her lips, and watched the outside world. It was so sunny- so happy. It was so different from that night 3 days ago.
"What the hell were you thinking?!" he burst out. Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. She had expected something to the likes of, "Why didn't you die?!" or anything with the word 'mudblood' in it.
She studied his eyes, determined to read his feelings.
"You could have been killed!" he yelled at her. Not "You weren't killed!" but 'you could have been killed.' He sounds like he's my father or something, she thought suppressing a giggle. Then reality hit her. He was worried about her. He CARED. But he couldn't! She was alone! She liked being alone!
"What were you thinking?" he repeated softly and stroked her cheek. She flinched. She hadn't noticed that he'd gotten so close.
She broke, "I don't want to be alone," she said and started crying. "I don't want to be alone. I don't want to be alone," she repeated through her tears.
Draco pulled her into his arms. She clutched his shirt and cried into his chest.
"You're not alone," he whispered so softly that she couldn't be sure that she'd actually heard it, "You've got me."
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A/N- There you have it! A little bit of fluff- I hope you liked it! I'm so sorry it was so short, I should have the next chapter out a lot sooner than this one took! So sorry! Review!!!!!
~*Ragazza Doulce*~
Stranger at my Door
Chapter 19
Waking Up
Hermione woke up in a bright white room. She looked around groggily with her head pounding. There were two windows in her room. One lead to outside and one lead to the waiting room. She could see her mom in the waiting room crying. Her father was comforting her but looked annoyed as if she'd been crying for days.
She could see her Aunt Shelley and Uncle Sam, Aunt Miranda and Uncle Dan, Aunt Alexa- everyone, it seemed, was there. But where was - ?
"We were wondering when you would wake up," a familiar drawl greeted her. But underneath that drawl she heard a hint of worry and relief which surprised her beyond words.
"What do you mean?" she managed to ask.
"I mean you've been unconscious for 3 days." Pause. She could tell by the way he stopped that he wanted to say something. She didn't push him because she knew that he would say whatever he wanted eventually. And frankly, she didn't care if he didn't say it- even if he did sound slightly worried before.
So she crossed her arms (ignoring the pain in her stomach), pursed her lips, and watched the outside world. It was so sunny- so happy. It was so different from that night 3 days ago.
"What the hell were you thinking?!" he burst out. Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. She had expected something to the likes of, "Why didn't you die?!" or anything with the word 'mudblood' in it.
She studied his eyes, determined to read his feelings.
"You could have been killed!" he yelled at her. Not "You weren't killed!" but 'you could have been killed.' He sounds like he's my father or something, she thought suppressing a giggle. Then reality hit her. He was worried about her. He CARED. But he couldn't! She was alone! She liked being alone!
"What were you thinking?" he repeated softly and stroked her cheek. She flinched. She hadn't noticed that he'd gotten so close.
She broke, "I don't want to be alone," she said and started crying. "I don't want to be alone. I don't want to be alone," she repeated through her tears.
Draco pulled her into his arms. She clutched his shirt and cried into his chest.
"You're not alone," he whispered so softly that she couldn't be sure that she'd actually heard it, "You've got me."
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A/N- There you have it! A little bit of fluff- I hope you liked it! I'm so sorry it was so short, I should have the next chapter out a lot sooner than this one took! So sorry! Review!!!!!
~*Ragazza Doulce*~